Li Jiaheng was her sister's childhood sweetheart - they were musical geniuses and their childhood sweethearts. The happy sound of the piano woke up the heaven, and fate took away her sister who was in her prime. The Bible says that woman is the rib of man. But year after year, no book could tell her: Is it really impossible to defeat an opponent who will always exist gracefully in another person's memory? Li Jiaheng, if I become more and more like my sister, will you fall in love with me?
